Faye Moskowitz

"Jewish Christmas"--that's what my gentile friends called Chanukah when I was growing up in Michigan in the thirties and forties. Anachronistic, yes, but they had a point. Observing the dietary laws of separating milk and meat dishes was far easier for the handful of Jewish families in our little town than getting through December without mixing the two holidays.

— Faye Moskowitz

My adolescence progressed normally: enough misery to keep the death wish my usual state, an occasional high to keep me from actually taking the gas-pipe.

— Faye Moskowitz

Re: Jewish holidays: My mother, my aunts, my own grandmothers float back to me, young and vibrant once more, making days holy in the sanctuaries of their kitchens, feeding me, cradling me, connecting me to the intricately plaited braid of their past ….

— Faye Moskowitz

The child had been like a strap that held them close. Now, unbuckled, they had to struggle to keep together.

— Faye Moskowitz